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The funny thing for me about these sprawling, fancy outdoor resorts? They're all childishly easy to break into. They'll have their fences, their security contractors in golf carts, their dogs sniffing around, sometimes even a tower or two all the way out at the edges to shine a spotlight around like they think they're in a spy movie. What almost none of these places thinks to consider is the potential for someone to just decide to dig under their fancy security measures. You'd think that with a non-zero percent of the population being evolved from diggers they'd pay more attention to such an obvious loophole, but yet again I was able to easily dig past the foundation and after an hour or so of sweat and toil, I tunneled upward and ended up well inside the security perimeter, and luckily enough not far from a small stand of trees on the property that would do a great job of hiding the hole for when it was time to escape. Why go to all the trouble? I'm here looking to steal, yes, but I have a very specific target in mind, and it's one that is most easily found in places like this.

The place I had just dug myself into was one of those ritzy resorts that CEO types with billions of dollars and nothing to spend them on like to hang out at for "sabbaticals". Basically anything you could get on your typical cruise-liner vacation, but with an enormous price tag attached so you can flex your super-expensive getaway on everyone else in the boardroom. Lot's of supremely egotistical males feeling high on their own masculinity and flaunting it freely.

Thanks to a friend of mine who liked to work as an "escort" for such types, I had heard something very intriguing about one of these characters, who my friend had also just so happened to mention loved to frequent this place even more than some others with his level of cash. A bull with a swagger that told you he thought the world was his to bend over, he was apparently some kind of paragon of masculine prowess, and not just fluffing up his own ego. My friend had looked all dreamy-eyed talking about that experience, though had also said he wished the guy wasn't such a narcissist about it.

I knew I had to get some of this guy. My friend's been with other clients before and shared a few stories but I've never seen him look like that when describing them. This guy must be PACKING, and I was going to experience it firsthand tonight. I waited a while next to the hole I'd dug to make sure no one was coming before stripping out of the black bodysuit I'd worn to stop my fur from getting all dirty, revealing my long body and pure-white coat to the night air. My muscles rippled under my skin as I linked my hands above my head and stretched, releasing the built-up tension of ages spent digging before shaking to get some of the sweat off of my fur. I sniffed at the air experimentally, but the very slight scent of sweat just seemed to enhance the shampoo I'd used on my fur, and I knew for a fact I was going to wipe this guy out. He'd be on me in minutes.

The hard part was already over. Now that I was inside, with my body - topless and with the spandex shorts I'd worn under my "stealth suit" - anyone I encountered would just think I was an escort out going for a walk or getting something to eat before returning to my client, and they'd never think to stop me. This wasn't my first time prowling a place like this and I had long ago learned that the secret to getting anywhere was confidence. Always look like you belong where you are, and it helps if you also look like a snack so their brains are busy undressing you and not wondering why they just passed you in a back hallway near a door that says Employees Only.

My usual tactic worked like a charm in this place just like I knew it would. I padded right in the front door with a nod to the guard who nodded back while barely glancing up from his phone. The lodge was clearly trying too hard to seem homey and outdoorsy while also being ostentatious as hell, but none of the clientele here were going to complain. I passed others in various forms of dress and various species, guests and resort staff alike, and none of them gave me more than a passing glance with the exception of the ones I could tell were checking me out. I followed the signs on the walls with the nonchalance of someone who probably already knew where they were going but was just making sure, headed toward the suite my friend said this guy always preferred. Up some stairs, and I found it on the end of a hallway on a slight hill overlooking what would probably be a breathtaking view in the daytime, though whether or not he cared was debatable. Might have just been for charming the guys he brought back here.

I walked right up to his door and knocked, then just stood in the hallway and looked up a little on the door to where I thought his eyes would be. I heard heavy footsteps in the room heading toward the door, and I took a deep breath to prepare myself, but when he opened that door I had to look up a little higher. This guy was TALL.

The first thing you could tell about him by looking at him was that he was a bull. That snout and those horns couldn't possibly be missed, and the second thing you'd see was this guy was just plain enormous. His shoulders looked as wide across as my torso, he was a full two heads taller than me, and his calf definition was terrifying. He was shirtless and in a robe like he'd just gotten out of the shower, probably after having been at the gym judging by the pecs I could see peeking out of his bathrobe. The guy was a rippling mountain of masculine might and I could tell by the way he looked down at me that he KNEW it, and he was enjoying the look of surprise on my face. The slight smirk spread a little further when I couldn't help but glance down at the bulge he was making in the front of that robe, making it look as if the slightest shift in his posture would swing the front of it wide open and expose him to me still standing in his doorway without the slightest care if someone else came by.

Now it was my turn to smile, but mine I kept as sweet as possible. Not innocent, though, because there was no innocence in my goal tonight, and both of us knew it. I looked him in the eye, smiled my biggest smile, and winked at him.

"Looks like I found the right room."

No questions, no funny looks, no nothing. Shirtless white stoat boy in skin-tight booty shorts shows up at his door and he doesn't ask a single question, never once thinks to question his motives because he already knows them and approves. He stepped right back and gestured inside lazily with one hand, his eyes roaming over me without the slightest bit of subtlety and paying particular attention to the way the shorts were making a great show of my butt.

I sauntered my way straight past the small living room right inside the door, past the open bathroom door still leaking steam - confirming my assumption about the robe - and right back into his bedroom. I could hear his heavy footsteps behind me as I climbed onto his bed and smoothly rolled over to face him, head propped up on one hand. He shut the door behind us and turned back to leer at me again, which I just smiled at, nodding my head down at the bulge in the front of his robe to make sure he knew I wasn't here to play hard to get.

Now, at this point you have to be wondering why there isn't a single red flag being raised in this guy's brain. Someone like me shows up at his door wearing tight shorts and nothing else, doesn't even bother with trying to flirt, and just waltzes right in and makes it clear they want his dick. I can kind of understand your confusion, but you have to realize the mindset of people like this guy. He might be the paranoid type for all I know, state-of-the-art security system on his house and private security just a phone call away, but not here. He drove his car past the two gates, past all the guards and the cameras and the badge scanners, and he feels like he's inside a fortress. Skinny little hot stoat shows up on his door? Probably resort staff who just got off his shift and cleaned up for a quick after-hours romp with the irresistible stud. There's definitely no way anyone who could be a threat could make it into this secure palace of wealth and pleasure.

That was probably his thought process as he shucked the robe with no ceremony and just threw it at the basket in the corner, the whole thing landing smoothly inside and his chest almost seeming to puff up more at how good a shot he was. Chest height was as high as I got, not even reaching his face for a second before my gaze went straight to his crotch and my heart skipped a beat. For his benefit, I even let my jaw drop a little, though my first impulse was to lick my lips.

He was indeed packing. Packing a sea bag for six months overseas. Or a fully loaded cargo plane. Actually, no, a fully loaded container ship, so stacked with containers it sits low in the water just from the weight of them.

I mean, I won't lie, he had an impressive dick, nice and girthy and clearly starting to swell up at the thought of tapping my ass, but behind his nice dick were literally the most enormous balls I had ever seen. They looked like a pair of speed bags loaded into one bag that was too small for them and then crammed between a pair of damn trees with how thick and muscular his legs were. Clearly this guy was not lacking for testosterone production. I could see a light fuzz on his sizable pouch, the massive low-hangers inside jumping a little as his dick twitched, now reaching full mast in the time I was staring at his mesmerizing balls. I saw him walking over to me, and I must have looked starstruck as I watched them swing. As soon as he got to me I jumped forward.

First thing to happen was my tongue going up the underside of his massive member, base to tip in one smooth motion with a flick off the tip just to make him twitch. My hands, meanwhile, went straight to his mango-sized balls, one in each palm and cupping them gently with a soft groan at how heavy they felt. I could hear him laugh above me, and I glanced up at him long enough to make eye contact before taking his tip in my mouth, keeping my teeth clear with the technique of a seasoned pro, and licking my tongue up and down along the bottom of that fat head, careful to keep from rubbing against the top side and overstimulating him.

"Gods you're a hell of a cocksucker..."

First words out of his mouth and they were exactly what I'd expected from someone like him in a situation like this. Guy sounded like he was reading a bad porno script and I had to suppress a snicker that threatened to make me scrape my teeth on him by accident. His rod was twitching a little in my mouth, and I was getting the feeling he hadn't yet gotten some ass and was a little pent up. All the better.

I took a deep breath and pushed forward, taking his girthy cock back into my throat, going slow and breathing steadily through my nose to suppress my gag reflex as he immediately grabbed my head and let out a loud groan. My snout hit his groin and he groaned again, sounding like he was about to say something else that would have made him sound dumb before I swallowed around him and he convulsed like he was having a seizure. Yeah, this guy wasn't going to last very long.

My hands, meanwhile, were super busy with his just plain massive balls. As I massaged over and around them it really did feel like they were actually stretching his sack with their sheer size and weight. If he could have seen the tent I was making in my shorts he probably would have chalked it up to how much of a slut I was for his dick, and I was inclined to let him think that even though he wouldn't notice. I reached into my shorts and pulled out the small expandable ring that was tucked up under my taint where it wouldn't show, popping it open to full size and hitting the small button on the side. By this point he was halfway bent over me and trying to resist the urge to just mash my face into his crotch and hump it till he exploded, not at all paying attention as I lifted the small ring to the neck of his sack and secured it in place. I've had a guy just hump my face like that before, and the memory of that unpleasant experience made me thankful that at least this guy was trying to be a bit more considerate. I could feel him twitching like crazy now, though, and it was obvious he wasn't going to take much longer. Just to help him along, I suddenly squeezed harder on his balls before swallowing around him once, twice, three times so the discomfort would mix with the pleasure, and it resulted in exactly what I expected.

The guy literally roared as he finally gave up being polite, crammed my snout into his crotch, and shook uncontrollably as I felt his dick strain at my throat and unload shot after shot of hot bull jizz straight down into my stomach. My eyes went wide at the sheer quantity of it, my assumption about him not having been laid yet here proved dramatically correct. I was starting to get a little lung burn - not having had time to get a full breath in before he came - and I was considering that I might have to try and wiggle my way through to avoid passing out with my throat full of dick when he finally let out a loud groan, and stumbled backward, pulling himself out of my throat and letting me gag and cough a little as I tried to get air back in my lungs. He immediately just turned around and flopped on the bed next to me, a little leftover cum still leaking from his tip and his balls sagging low off the side of the bed he was apparently too worn out to even get himself onto completely.

Eyes closed and panting, he wasn't paying the slightest attention as I got down on the floor between his legs and nuzzled his balls with my nose. He let out an approving noise as I cupped them in my hands and sniffed at them, thinking I was just getting him warmed up for another round. Still enjoying the massage he was getting from my left hand, he didn't react at all when my right traced up his other nut and activated the ring around the neck of his sack right up under his dick. The light on it turned red momentarily as it worked its technological magic. As soon as it turned green, I pressed the little button again as my left went up to play with his semi-hard dick to keep him distracted.

With another barely audible clicking noise and a little hissing, his sack dropped right off of him onto the soft carpeting of the bedroom floor. I watched it fall all the way, the soft flesh making no noise at all as one of his balls rolled a little toward the open neck, the pink and bluish-white flesh exposing itself slightly to the air. Still fondling his dick with one hand, I picked up the cord dangling out of his sack and lifted that naked testicle into the air, glistening with moisture and looking absolutely delectable. No matter how rough these guys got with me on occasion, the payoff was ALWAYS worth it.

I reverently lifted the meaty ball up to my mouth and took a slow bite, moaning out loud as my sharp little teeth sheared right through his testicle flesh and gave me a mouthful of the heady flavor of potent male-meat. I chewed slowly, letting the rich and powerful taste fill my mouth as I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it. Swallowing my first mouthful, I just dangle the rest over my mouth by the cord and dropped it right in, one swift bite squishing it in my mouth and leaving me with an entire faceful of the taste I couldn't get enough of. Even after eating something that enormous, I craved the other one and I went for it with the lunge of a starving animal, fishing it out of his now limp and pathetic looking sack before taking a huge chomp out of it like an apple, barely finishing chewing my first mouthful before I stuffed the rest in, trying as hard as I could to chew all that meat silently as my half-hearted handjob succeeded only in lulling the new steer to sleep. I guess being pent up like that turned him into a one-shot. For my part, all I cared about was the bellyful of warm, fresh meat I'd just devoured, savoring the rare treat I had to work so hard to attain, which only made it more satisfying.

Light snoring starting to fill the bedroom, I picked up and scarfed down his empty scrotum, licked my lips and checked myself in the mirror to make sure I looked presentable, and collected the little amputation ring from the small scar where his balls used to hang before tucking it back under my taint and walking right out of his room, following the signs down the hallways right out of the building without anyone ever trying to stop me, and quickly made my way back out to the trees in the garden to get my suit back on and climb back into my hole. I kicked at it with my paws once I was inside to make it collapse, then started crawling my way back out of the grounds to freedom, curious what my friend would make of his super-stud customer suddenly not looking for his services anymore. The steer would probably never tell anyone he'd lost his manhood to some random mustelid in the middle of the night.